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Reality is to be twisted and perceived in the most absurd ways that only textured travels could bring. With every square inch flickering in the shadows just long enough to catch a glimpse of something so surreal that it may slip out of sight for some time, only to reappear in another race to the finish line. The freedom from the wasted spaces of negativity to fly into the sky of another dimension that provides positivity for all the faces of nameless faces and places.

Photos taken from trips from 2006-present all over the USA.Composites created 2015-present.

The chance given to take more and more of what we see and turn it into something we didn't see is the crisis of this panoramic pandemic. It offers just the contortions of the pixels that perpetuate the idea that we were once there. But they becomes skewed and scoured to fit the frame with which it has been presented.

There is a stillness that creaks and croons you into a sudden sedation when you become serenaded by the snow. It is not something I often endure, but it something I do adore to be brought to this point more and more until I can no longer recognize my own world. The powder soft white shines like the blinding light from a portal's appearance and exit. ​Photos taken in Locust Grove, VA in 2015.

These photographs were taken down the twirls and twists of the natural paths from the water that was tarnished by the chemicals that sought to destroy the innocence of the unknown within us. Unexposed for decades to the slightest sight of light, we sat in the dark shielded from the ultraviolent rays that now bared down on our bare bones buried deep within our bodies. The first unfurling has found us and we succumb to submission of a new identity. A silence awakened from these unseen sensations leaves a lingering longing for our late latent life left to loss.

In a constant struggle and search to find a place that feels like home we can begin to lose ourselves in other people's lives. The glances we are afforded that offer long laughs in kitchens, overlooking gardens, or foyers that feel like friends to tell our secrets to. The high hopes one might have will be crushed the next day when the realization that what you thought was going to be yours was never even within your grasp. The views out of the windows of the rooms that held the opportunity to be been yours will forever be a distorted peephole for a strange version of a you you'll never know.

It wasn't until we wiped off the dust and tears from our eyes that we were able to discover the way Sandy sells seashells by the seashore. A furiously abrasive way to offer up one's goods and services at a high cost to all and benefit to none. The remnants from the destruction are but the unearthed treasures that Sandy has swirled up from the depths of the seas to show the immense power that she possesses. One must not forget it is we who will not survive a wrath of full power from her poison.

In a particularly far away part of the universe an alternate earth has emerged called Planet Advivon. It is a place of survival for those never thought to live at all. It is a place for those that may not go beyond the reaches of their mind to have a safe location to retire to. It is a sanctuary for the discombobulated parts that disappear into the distance only to find themselves again under a new light of a different sun familiar to us all.

Photos created in 2014 in Washington, DC

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